Another Fragment (A)
Yes, often when the eyes are cold and dry,
And the lips calm, the Spirit weeps within
Tears bitterer than the blood of agony _305
Trembling in drops on the discoloured skin
Of those who love their kind and therefore perish
In ghastly torture—a sweet medicine
Of peace and sleep are tears, and quietly
Them soothe from whose uplifted eyes they fall _310
But…